Wow, that's an awesomely nicey thing to say. You know, if things had worked out differently, and you'd have been better-looking, I think we could have been onto something good. As it is, it's still pretty good - but, oh, to think of what it could have been.
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been - a most familiar bird -
Taught me my alphabet to say -
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I lie,
A child - with a most knowing eye.
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